Got home from camping last spring,. saw people, places, and things.. We barely had arrived,. friends asked us to describe. the people, places, and every last thing..
It'll take a zillion years. that's a long time. we'll all be dead, past our prime. it'll cost a zillion dollars to pay the debt. and a zillion other details.
I'm thinking yes I am. I'm talking with my hands. trying to get you to understand. your brain thinks awful thoughts. wish I could switch it off. we'd both be better off.
Let me tell you honey how it's gonna be. You're gonna sit around all night and watch tv: "American Ninja II" ...and I will be with you.. And if somebody tries to call up on the phone, you'll let it ring and just pretend that no one's home. You'll know what to do ...and I will be with you..
The way you leave me in the dark. Aren't you clever. The way you space things apart. Feels like forever. . And I can't predict the changes,. Everything's so strange.
Old age wisdom and the world grown bald. But you're still amazed by every little hair that falls. And I wonder if repetition makes one forget. 'cause I'm under the impression that you're fraudulent.
For those of you who care, an additional adder found the lyrics translated into english.. . In Italian and then English:. . "VIOLENZA DOMESTICA". . Cattivo come adesso non lo sono stato mai.
You're not human. You're a miracle. A preacher with an animal's face. In your sexy. Neon smokescreen. Lie the supersalesmen of vanity. . Even your shadow worships you.
All behold the spectacle. A fleshy limbless rectangle. Sitting on a pedestal. So nasal handicapable. . Sniff and remember silver ball. Contortions that he can't recall.
Quiet. Don't tell anybody. Don't let 'em know. There's a secret. . I know the secret song now. They wouldn't tell me. But somehow I found out. Yeah. .
Inside of me today. There is no one. Only asteroids and empty space. A waste. . ...They're looking through the windows at me.... . Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare.
Save me. The heavens have opened. The storm is over. So let's start the parade.... . Raindrops. Will turn to laughter. Forever after. In your technicolor heartbeat.
I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen And knock her upper during supper Clutter up her butter gutter. Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong.